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Kaizan
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Th'Lost Dairies [2 parts]
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** [Part 1] Th'Obelisk of Revelations **
T'was in my late childhood, adventuring alone in search for knowledge and wisdom tha'I came upon a large Black stone with intricate carvings and 5 arcane symbols. I was a mere Acolyte then, capable of casting merely th'spells o'the first an'second circles of magick, thus th'glyphs an'symbols made nae sense t'me. Th'grass surrounding the obelisk was oddly charred an'cold to th'touch. I felt a powerfull aura in th'area as I examined th'Black Obelisk. Elders and Bards spoke of a strange magical rock in many of their tales, an'it had occured t'me tha'this large stone, as high as a troll, must be made by black rock. Who made it though? What was its purpose? Was it used for Good or Evil? So many questions flashed through my head when I noticed the pink hue in the distance where the sun was setting. I built a small fire for the evening to keep away the wolves and bears of the wilderness, as the last glints of sunlight vanished in the horizon and cloacked the regions in darkness. The full moon peeked, ever so shyly, through gaps in the clouds, bathing the Obelisk in a soft silvery glow - which seemed to dance in unison with the flames of the camp fire.
I was awakened from my dreamless sleep by a loud clap of thunder. It began to drizzle dousing the warm embers of the dying camp fire. I began to build a small make-shift tent when the large obelisk started to vibrate softly. The 5 Arcane symbols began to glow a faint red, and I could clearly hear a low humming sound coming from the tall black rock as it vibrated. Taken aback, I stumbled and remained frozen by fear as I watched the ground beneath my feet tremble. I clasped my head with my cold wet fingers in fear trying desperately to banish th'icy sensation in my heart.
Seconds later, as soon as it all began, everything ceased. The Rain stopped, the clouds parted revealing the thousands of bright stars, the Obelisk stopped vibrating and the symbols ceased glowing. I stood confused and lost in my thoughts for long moments as I stared at the stone. It was then that I was given the revelation. A soft voice spoke in my head, it was soothing yet powerfull and charismatic, "None are innocent. There are only those weak enough t'believe they are, and those strong enough t'revel in th'knowledge tha' they are not. Dinnay turn yer dark thoughts t'repenting prayers, accept tha'which ye are and dinnay try t'be what ye shalt nay b'come. Dinnae let yer wicked soul be blinded by th'foul promises o'the light. Thou shall feed on human tears and nae on human salvation." There was a moments pause as I felt myself being torn apart from th'inside, a jolt of agonising pain charred my soul and scorched my heart. I lay strewn on the wet scorched grass as the voice spoke a second time, "Take tha' which I hath given ye. When th'time comes I shall call for thee and thou shalt return 'ere with th'folk who hath chosen to follow the path o'the wicked and I shalt guide ye all t'the glory tha'thy followers o'darkness deserve."
T'was in th'mourn tha'I came t'realise what had just occure. At first I thought it all a dream, but i knew better when I saw the empty hole in th'burnt grass where the Obelisk stood. Packing my belongings, I contemplated th'revelation as I continued my travels.
Kaizan of Dark Intentions
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** [Part 1] Th'Obelisk of Revelations **
T'was in my late childhood, adventuring alone in search for knowledge and wisdom tha'I came upon a large Black stone with intricate carvings and 5 arcane symbols. I was a mere Acolyte then, capable of casting merely th'spells o'the first an'second circles of magick, thus th'glyphs an'symbols made nae sense t'me. Th'grass surrounding the obelisk was oddly charred an'cold to th'touch. I felt a powerfull aura in th'area as I examined th'Black Obelisk. Elders and Bards spoke of a strange magical rock in many of their tales, an'it had occured t'me tha'this large stone, as high as a troll, must be made by black rock. Who made it though? What was its purpose? Was it used for Good or Evil? So many questions flashed through my head when I noticed the pink hue in the distance where the sun was setting. I built a small fire for the evening to keep away the wolves and bears of the wilderness, as the last glints of sunlight vanished in the horizon and cloacked the regions in darkness. The full moon peeked, ever so shyly, through gaps in the clouds, bathing the Obelisk in a soft silvery glow - which seemed to dance in unison with the flames of the camp fire.
I was awakened from my dreamless sleep by a loud clap of thunder. It began to drizzle dousing the warm embers of the dying camp fire. I began to build a small make-shift tent when the large obelisk started to vibrate softly. The 5 Arcane symbols began to glow a faint red, and I could clearly hear a low humming sound coming from the tall black rock as it vibrated. Taken aback, I stumbled and remained frozen by fear as I watched the ground beneath my feet tremble. I clasped my head with my cold wet fingers in fear trying desperately to banish th'icy sensation in my heart.
Seconds later, as soon as it all began, everything ceased. The Rain stopped, the clouds parted revealing the thousands of bright stars, the Obelisk stopped vibrating and the symbols ceased glowing. I stood confused and lost in my thoughts for long moments as I stared at the stone. It was then that I was given the revelation. A soft voice spoke in my head, it was soothing yet powerfull and charismatic, "None are innocent. There are only those weak enough t'believe they are, and those strong enough t'revel in th'knowledge tha' they are not. Dinnay turn yer dark thoughts t'repenting prayers, accept tha'which ye are and dinnay try t'be what ye shalt nay b'come. Dinnae let yer wicked soul be blinded by th'foul promises o'the light. Thou shall feed on human tears and nae on human salvation." There was a moments pause as I felt myself being torn apart from th'inside, a jolt of agonising pain charred my soul and scorched my heart. I lay strewn on the wet scorched grass as the voice spoke a second time, "Take tha' which I hath given ye. When th'time comes I shall call for thee and thou shalt return 'ere with th'folk who hath chosen to follow the path o'the wicked and I shalt guide ye all t'the glory tha'thy followers o'darkness deserve."
T'was in th'mourn tha'I came t'realise what had just occure. At first I thought it all a dream, but i knew better when I saw the empty hole in th'burnt grass where the Obelisk stood. Packing my belongings, I contemplated th'revelation as I continued my travels.
Kaizan of Dark Intentions